If anyone had asked me a week ago what I'd be doing today, the last thing
that would have entered my head would have been...well maybe I'd better
let you decide for yourself.

I had the
afternoon off, I'm self-employed and am in the fortunate position of being
able to choose when I work. In fact, I really only need to work a couple
of days a week to make quite a respectable income. Anyway, I'd been browsing
round a few shops and decided to look around one of those charity shops,
you know the type, they sell all sorts of bargains and bric a brac.

My mind must
have been elsewhere because I was snapped back to reality by a voice saying,
"It's really not your colour." I looked down and to my horror
realised I was holding an awful looking floral dress. Blushing from head
to toe, I dropped the offending garment instantly and turned to challenge
the speaker defiantly. Unfortunately I seemed to have temporarily lost
control of my tongue. I made a few gurgling sounds, then gave up.

The speaker
smiled knowingly and walked away. I watched as she approached another
customer and began speaking to her, seemingly oblivious of my presence.
I continued to watch her for several minutes before moving to another
section of the shop. Even then I kept glancing over my shoulder self consciously
to make sure she wasn't still watching me.

It was almost
as though I needed to prove to her that I wasn't some sort of pervert,
that I had nothing to hide and was simply browsing, which of course I
was. I glanced at her once more, what was it about her that bothered me
so much, granted she was quite attractive, in fact, considering she was
probably in her mid to late forties, she was extremely attractive, but
far too old for me. She was after all, at least fifteen years my senior.
Anyway, I preferred slim ladies not, how did the magazines describe her
type, full figured? Yes that was it.

And I also
liked girls who used little or no make up; she must have needed a trowel
to apply that lot. And that hair of hers, the colour had to be out of
a bottle, I mean, at her age she would be bound to have some grey hairs,
not deep brown, anyway, I liked blondes. I had to admit though, she did
have great legs, but someone of her age shouldn't be wearing such short
dresses, she should grow old gracefully. No, I decided, she was definitely
not my type. So why couldn't I keep my eyes off her?

I waited
until she'd finished serving the lady, then picking up a book from a nearby
table; I walked over to the counter and handed it to her. "That's
50 cents please." She said, her deep sexy voice tinged with a note
of sarcasm. I blushed again and fumbled for the money. Then it came to
me; "It was for a friend." She locked onto my face with her
deep penetrating brown eyes. "What was?"

"Errmm,
the dress, you know, the one I was holding, it was for a friend."

"Really,
male or female?"

Like all
liars, I hadn't expected to be cross-examined and blurted out, "Female
of course."

She smiled,
"Do you buy many dresses for girls?"

"Sometimes...the
ermm, the girl I was buying that for was burgled and most of her clothes
were taken, I thought she might like it." Oh damn what a stupid thing
to say.

"That's
terrible," she said seeming genuinely sorry. "It's very thoughtful
of you to try to help her." I couldn't believe she'd fallen for it
and what's more, she was praising me for my actions, and then she dropped
the bombshell. "Look, I'll tell you what, you're not in a hurry are
you?" Was she going to ask me out? What the hell, she was quite a
good-looking woman.

"No,
not particularly." "Good, I'm about to close up, why don't you
wait here and I'll show you some of the stuff that came in today, maybe
you'll be able to find a few things for your friend."

Without waiting
for me to reply she ushered the last of the shoppers out and locked the
door behind them. Oh shit, what had I got myself into? I could hardly
make some excuse after all I'd just told her I was in no hurry. She walked
past me waving her hand for me to follow. We walked through a door into
what seemed to be a lounge room. I learned later that Dianne, that was
her name, lived on the premises rent-free in return for working in the
shop a few hours a day.

She sat at
the end of a sofa and crossed her long, black stocking covered legs exposing
a great deal of her thighs. I found myself thinking what a pity it was
she was wearing tights instead of stockings. She gestured for me to sit
beside her which I, somewhat nervously, did. I wasn't sure if she'd noticed
me looking at her legs but the slight smile on her face hinted that maybe
she had.

"What
size?"

"I'm
sorry, what do you mean?"

"Your
friend, what size is she?"

"Oh
I see...ermm...well she's sort of..."

"Is
she my size," she sighed, "Smaller or larger?"

"Smaller."

"About
your size maybe?" She asked, again there was the hint of a smile.

"No
definitely not," I replied quickly, "She's slimmer than me."

"She
couldn't be much slimmer or she'd be all bones." She sounded almost
disappointed.

"No,
not a great deal, but definitely slimmer."

"No
problem, you're not very tall, I suppose she'd be about your height would
she?"

"Yes,
about the same." I replied, relaxing a little.

"Good,
I'll make us a coffee, then we'll see what we've got." She unwound
her legs and disappeared through a curtain into what I assumed was the
kitchen.

Returning
with the coffee she resumed her position on the sofa. I was once again
treated to a full view of her shapely; nylon covered limbs as she slowly
crossed them. "Is there something wrong with my legs?" She asked,
sliding her hand up from the ankle to the thigh as though to pull the
stocking tight.

"Not
a thing," I replied, distracted by her action. "I mean...ermm...no,
nothing at all."

"I'm
relieved, I thought maybe you didn't approve the way you were looking
at them." She continued to stroke them, her eyes fixed firmly on
my face as if gauging my reaction. I picked up my coffee and tried to
appear nonchalant as I sipped it. "My ex husband used to love my
legs, for some extraordinary reason he used to go almost crazy when I
wore stockings instead of tights. I never understood that, after all,
it's the same material, there's just a little less of it. I remember he
used to beg me to wear stockings, would you believe I had to tie his hands
behind him before I could change, it was the only way I could control
him."

It was about
this time that I found myself wishing I'd worn something baggier than
jeans. I don't know whether it was the thought of seeing her wearing stockings,
or the idea of being tied up by her, but whatever it was, it had an instant
effect on my manhood and the look Dianne gave me left me in no doubt that
she'd noticed the bulge. "Does your friend wear stockings errmm,
I'm sorry, I don't even know your name, I'm Dianne." She reached
out her hand to shake mine, the same hand that had been touching her leg.

I could hardly
control my shaking as I took it in mine and said, "Phillip."

"Delighted
to meet you Phillip, well, does she?"

I decided
to make it seem as though I was unaffected by the thought. "Yes,
quite often as a matter of fact."

"Lucky
girl, I haven't worn them in ages and they're far more comfortable than
tights. It's just that, well quite honestly, if men see you wearing them
in the street they seem to think you're easy, so the only place you can
wear them is at home, apart from that I'm not sure I have the legs for
them anymore. Does she use suspenders or a corset?"

"I...ermm....
Suspenders mostly." The truth was I had never met anyone who wore
either, in fact, the only place I'd ever seen them was in magazines and
shop windows. "Oh of course, you said she was slim, she'd have no
need of a corset would she. But then there's something very sexy about
corsets, don't you think? The way they squeeze you in and hold you tight.
I always used to get so horny when I wore a corset for my ex. Maybe there's
one in the clothes that arrived today; I once found a beautiful black
satin one. I doubt it had been worn more than twice, I wonder what happened
to that? Oh I remember I packed it away when Trevor left. More coffee?"

By now I
was almost doubled over in an effort to hide my erection, Dianne seemed
not to notice my predicament after her initial glance in the direction
of my fly. She poured herself another coffee and continued. "I remember
the first time I wore that corset, Trevor was almost foaming at the mouth
by the time I released him." She chuckled as she recalled, "I
used to tease him mercilessly, I miss those nights sometimes. I don't
suppose...no of course not, forget it."

"What?"
I asked anxiously, praying she would offer to show me some of her outfits.

"Oh
nothing, I was just thinking maybe you'd like to see me dressed up how
I used to be, but I doubt you'd be interested in a plump old hag like
me after your young friend. Don't worry, I won't embarrass you by asking."

"But
you're not a plump old hag, as you put it, you're a very attractive woman
and I'd love to see you dressed up."

"It's
very nice of you to say so, but I think you're just being kind."

"I'm
not I swear," I almost shouted in my eagerness to convince her. "I'm
sure I'd be exactly like Trevor, I wouldn't be able to keep my hands off
you."

"Oh
believe me, I could soon fix that, maybe...why not for the hell of it.
Okay, take your shirt off."

I was a little
confused at this; after all, it was she who was going to be changing clothes,
why did she want me to undress. I opened my mouth to ask her, but before
I could speak she left the room. What the hell, I thought, maybe she feels
it would be less embarrassing if we were both undressed in some way. I
waited a few minutes, feeling a little stupid sitting half-naked in a
stranger's home. When Dianne returned I was disappointed to see she was
still fully dressed. "I thought you might like to join me in the
bedroom while I change."

"Sure,"
I replied, trying not to sound too eager. Unfortunately I almost fell
over as I jumped to my feet.

"Not
so fast," she smiled, "You'll have to wear a blindfold, after
all, I hardly know you, and my body isn't what it used to be." The
disappointment must have shown on my face because she added. "Don't
worry, I'll give you a running commentary as I change." Before I
could protest, she reached over and pulled some sort of bag over my head,
it had drawstrings at the opening and she pulled them tight and tied them
together plunging me into total darkness. Then she took my hand and led
me from the room.

In the other
room Dianne released my hand and left me alone for several minutes. I
could hear nothing and was tempted to remove the bag to see what was happening.
I reached up to test the knot and was startled by Dianne's voice. "I
thought you might try to take it off, I think maybe I'd better do something
about that." I had no idea what she meant, but I quickly found out.

She took
my left hand and slipped something over the wrist. Then gently took it
behind my back bringing the other hand across it. I should have known
what was happening, but it was all so quick and practiced, one moment
she was holding my hand, the next both were secured firmly behind my back.
Dianne had obviously had plenty of practice at this.

I began to
protest but as she stood behind me she slid her hands round my body and
over my manhood. I was stunned into silence by this unexpected move. To
my surprise, when she removed her hands, I felt my trousers slip down
my legs. I'd been completely unaware of her action as she undid them.
It took her only a few seconds more to remove my shorts together with
my shoes and socks. Ten minutes ago I was sitting drinking coffee and
chatting with an attractive older woman. Now here I was blindfolded and
totally naked with my hands bound behind me, feeling both vulnerable and
excited.

But then,
if Dianne's actions had been a surprise to me up until that moment, they
were paled into insignificance by her next move. She began kissing the
back of my neck, and then she gradually worked her way down my back until
she reached the base of my spine. Bringing her hands round she parted
the cheeks of my arse and slid her tongue into my hole. I moaned with
a mixture of pleasure and surprise, nobody had ever done anything like
this to me before.

She continued
licking, forcing her tongue further and further inside me. It seemed impossibly
hard and long to me, but at that moment I was feeling too good to question
her. Her hands returned to my backside, and I gasped in shock as I simultaneously
heard and felt the unmistakable buzz of a vibrator. I was at once, disgusted
and excited. How could I have been unaware of the intrusion into my most
private parts, I wanted to yell out for her to remove it, but the truth
was, it felt too good.

"You
like that don't you Phillip?" Too embarrassed to admit the pleasure
I was feeling I could only moan. Dianne slapped me playfully on the bottom.
"When I ask you a question you're supposed to answer. It's not polite
to ignore people, didn't your mammy ever teach you that. Well no matter,
before long you'll have perfect manners."

I wasn't
sure what she meant, but at the time I didn't really care, I was too absorbed
in the feelings surging through my body. Feelings which I continued to
enjoy to such a degree that I almost forgot Dianne was even in the room.
Then I became aware of movement and what I imagined was the sound of someone
dressing. My imagination took over at that point and to my astonishment
I could feel myself approaching orgasm.

I told myself
that it was impossible, how could I possibly cum without anyone touching
my erection. But impossible as it was I suddenly stiffened in a convulsion
as the first jet of sperm shot through my body and out of the tiny hole
at the end of my prick. I was helpless to control the spasms in my body
as I shot load after load. I desperately wanted Dianne to help me, to
take my manhood in her hand and pump the juices out of it. Yet for some
reason I was afraid to ask so I simply jerked and fucked the air until
the passion eased.

"My,
my, you're easily excited aren't you Phillip? I can see we're going to
have to work on that. That's all right though, I'm sure we'll have plenty
of time to teach you control once you're initial training is over."
I don't know about you, but immediately after orgasm I become sullen,
almost grumpy. I assume do many men, though the truth is I've never asked
any. The vibrator was no longer exciting, it was now very irritating,
in fact it was almost painful. "What do you mean training?"
I snapped. The sound of my own voice seemed oddly muffled inside the bag.

Dianne didn't
answer me and I was about to repeat my question when I felt a sharp pain
across my backside followed quickly by five more. (I often wondered why
punishments are delivered in sixes) I yelped at each blow and tried hard
to avoid them, but since I could see nothing, I had no idea which way
to move. "That was your first lesson in manners Phillip, don't ever
shout at me again because I warn you, next time I won't be so lenient."
I stood there trembling with a mixture of anger and fear, I wanted to
yell abuse at this woman, but her tone made it clear that she was making
no idle threat. I stood silently for several minutes sensing rather than
hearing Dianne moving around the room. Then I felt her hands around my
chin as she removed the bag from my head.

I saw her
more in silhouette as my eyes became accustomed to the sudden brightness.
She walked over and sat on the bed facing me. When she came into focus
my jaw dropped in disbelief. She was wearing a full length black negligee
which fell open at her thigh as she crossed her legs to expose the flesh
above her black stocking. Even if it had remained closed, the lace fabric
was so sheer I would have been able to see almost the same amount anyway.

As my eyes
moved slowly over her, from the black stiletto heeled shoes, up her perfectly
shaped legs, over her black satin panties and corset and up to the black
velvet choker around her neck, I knew this was the sexiest woman I'd ever
seen in my life. I wanted to tell her but for some reason I was unable
to speak. "I know I promised to describe my dressing to you, but
you were naughty so I decided to punish you instead. Do you approve of
my outfit?" Still unable to find my tongue, I could only nod and
stare.

"I'm
so glad," She sounded genuinely pleased, "It's going to make
you're life here much more bearable".

I finally
found my tongue.

"What
do you mean, my life here, you keep saying that as though I intended to
stay with you. I mean, well you're a great looking woman and I'm sure,
if you want to that is, that we'll be seeing a great deal more of each
other, but I can't stay with you, I have a business to run."

"Really,
you didn't look very busy today, business must be bad."

"Not
really, as a matter of fact it's very good, but I've set it up so I don't
need to... that is I can..."

Dianne held
up her hand for my silence. "Too late, you just made it quite clear
that you're not needed, so later on, when you're, let's say, more amenable,
you can phone your office or whatever it is, and tell them you won't be
in for a few days. After that, well we'll see what happens won't we?"

"Just
a minute, I think I might have something to say about what happens, what
if I decide to leave."

"Dressed
like that, go ahead." She laughed "But don't expect me to bail
you out when you get arrested."

"Well
the least you can do is untie me so I can get dressed." I turned
and held out my arms behind me. "Tell you what, why don't I help
you dress instead." She stood up and began to walk past me.

"That's
not necessary, I'm perfectly capable of..." The slap across my face
cleared the next word from my head, I began to protest but another slap
told me that might not be the right ploy.

"Now,"
Dianne spoke as though nothing had happened, "As I remember it there
was a...ah yes, here it is." She held up one of the most formidable
looking corsets I've ever seen, not that I've seen many, in fact, except
for the one she was wearing I've only ever seen photographs of them or
in shop windows from the safety of the other side of the road. Even so,
I knew this was not one of those sexy little jobs the already slim models
wore.

"You
can't be serious, you don't really expect..."

"I expect
you to do whatever I decide and the sooner you get that into that thick
skull of yours, the easier it will be for both of us. Forget that, the
easier it will be for you, I enjoy the challenge of breaking men and the
harder you resist, the more pleasure you will give me. Now, which will
it be the corset, or the strap. You already know how the strap feels,
I suggest you try the alternative, don't worry, I won't pull it too tight,
at first anyway."

To anyone
who's into that sort of thing, I'm sure the corset I was forced to wear
would get them very excited. Whereas I can think of very few places that
I wouldn't rather have been at that moment and the whole time I was forced
to wear it that first time. It was made of leather and had all sorts of
straps and laces all over it. By the way, it wasn't one of those wimpy
little short things, this baby started just above the knees and reached
to the top of the chest. Dianne grinned as she moved toward me and fitted
the monster into place around the top of my chest. Instinctively I tried
to move away, but there was really nowhere to go, I was trapped and we
both knew it.

Moving behind
me, she began lacing the corset starting from the top. As she gradually
laced down my back I could feel the tightening of the garment. It squeezed
first my chest, then lower ribs and finally my stomach. I'm not particularly
overweight but She pulled me in at least six inches making it quite difficult
to breathe.

Once she
reached the base of my spine the corset proper ended, the two leg sections
were almost separate pieces though these also laced at the back. It was
a strange feeling having both thighs squeezed in, nowhere near as unpleasant
as the rest, but adding to the almost claustrophobic overall effect. After
fastening the second leg, I assumed Dianne was finished but I'd forgotten
the straps. Starting at the top again, she buckled each one in turn, I
would have said it was impossible to pull me in any tighter, but the straps
succeeded. When she'd buckled the final strap, Dianne stepped back to
admire her work, then smiling she pushed my face down onto the bed. Before
I could recover she was sitting on top of me, I couldn't figure out why
she bothered; I was already so restricted I couldn't have put up any resistance
no matter what her intention.

My arms were
next, after untying them she secured them to my sides with even more straps,
one at the biceps, one at the elbow, one in the middle of the forearm
and a fourth at the wrist. I was now completely immobilized from neck
to knee. Dianne climbed from my helpless body and took something from
a drawer, before I could react in any way, she pulled a leather hood resembling
a balaclava, over my head. I was grateful to find that there were ear,
eye and mouth holes. Even the hood had straps to attach it to the corset.
They came from under the arms and when they were all fastened I found
I could move my head no more than a fraction of an inch in any direction.
I'd remained silent throughout the whole proceedings but this was too
much. "Is this really necessary?" I asked.

"Oh
absolutely, there is nothing more exciting than having a man totally helpless
and completely in your power, and I'm not finished yet, You'll enjoy the
next part I'm sure. Oh, look at the time, I'd better hurry." "Why,
are you going somewhere?" I was hoping she'd say yes, thinking that
then she'd have to release me and this whole nightmare would be over,
but she looked a little surprised and asked, "Do you really think
I'd leave you like this? I'm not completely heartless. Come on, up with
you."

She needed
to help me to my feet, once standing I was able to walk almost normally,
but Dianne had other ideas about that too. She led me over to a full-length
mirror and let me stand looking at my reflection for several minutes while
she went out of the room. I couldn't believe my eyes, never has anyone
been so securely trussed, I was just grateful that at least she'd left
my legs free, but as I said earlier, she had other ideas about that. She
walked in front of me and held up one of those drips you see in hospitals.
It was filled with what looked like soapy water. Dianne walked behind
me and I was pushed face first into the wall. "This won't take a
second, you'll find it's easier if you relax, believe me the alternative
isn't pleasant." It only took a moment for me to figure out what
she intended. She began poking around in my arse and after what could
only be described as, my token resistance, she succeeded in sliding a
tube inside me, this was held in place by some sort of plug.

Moving away
from me she said, "See, that wasn't too bad was it?" I turned
to face her and growled, "Don't you think this has gone far enough,
why don't you just let me go now, you've had your fun." "Don't
be silly, the fun's just about to start." She reached up and touched
a catch somewhere, and to my surprise the mirror slid to one side to reveal
a sort of alcove. "Isn't that clever? I had my husband install it.
You'd never know it was there would you. Now, in you go." Before
I had the chance to resist or protest, she pushed me through the opening
and into the alcove. "Turn around dear, you don't want to miss anything."
She pulled me completely around facing out of the door, then she fell
to her knees in front of me. Unable to bend my neck or back, I had to
lean forward precariously in order to see what she was doing. I needn't
have bothered, I could have guessed. Spreading my legs she secured straps
around my ankles, these were in turn secured to hooks on the wall. My
calves were treated likewise, then two straps were fed through rings on
the thigh section of the corset, and these too were secured to the wall.
Still she wasn't finished, two ropes hung from the top corners near the
door, these she passed through two loops near where my nipples would be,
if you could see them through the corset. Then crawling through my legs,
she secured what I imagine were their twins, to my back. Crawling back,
Dianne stepped outside the alcove to study her work. "You look great."
She disappeared again, this time returning with a Polaroid, which she
used to take several photographs.

She dropped
them on the bedside table then said, "Oh, I nearly forgot."
Opening the drawer of the table she took something out then approached
me. "This isn't really necessary, the room is soundproofed, but I
think it just finishes you off nicely." I had no time to close my
mouth as I caught sight of the gag. It was a long wide strap with a sort
of ball fastened in the middle. Dianne forced it into my mouth silencing
any protest before I could make one. I was relieved to find there was
a hole through the middle, which, although useless for making a sound
through, did help my breathing, and in the tight corset, I needed all
the help I could get.

She took
a couple more photo's tossing them with the others, then she came over
and without a word, closed the door. To my amazement I could still see
her, it was obviously a two-way mirror but from inside it was just like
looking through a large window. She returned to sit on the bed. "Are
you quite comfortable Phillip?" Had I been able to move I would have
most certainly jumped at the sound of her voice. It was louder than when
she'd been standing at the door. I watched as she stood up and walked
back to me. Opening the door once more she laughed as she said, "I
hope I didn't give you a fright, my husband also fitted microphones at
each corner of the bed and as you heard there are speakers in here so
you can hear everything that's said in the room. Won't that be exciting
it means..." A ringing sound interrupted her, she looked at her watch
and said, "Excellent, right on time, I like that."

Walking toward
me she kissed me lightly on the nose, then reached over my shoulder and
fiddled with something. As she stepped away she said, "It's on a
very slow drip so it should take quite a while. Bye for now." She
closed the door again and I was left to try and understand what was going
on. Suddenly it dawned on me, the slow drip, all right, so maybe that
could describe me, but I only then realised she had in fact been talking
about an enema. And surely the caller didn't mean she was going out, she
couldn't leave me, she wouldn't.

Fears began
to spin through my mind, what if something happened to her while she was
out; I'd die here. Then I remembered, she wouldn't be going anywhere dressed
as she was, not that it would be any consolation but at least I knew she'd
be staying unless she came back to the room and changed. My cold sweat
began to subside, and then to my horror a man walked into the bedroom.
He crossed the room and stood directly in front of me staring straight
at me, and I held my breath in fear, why didn't he say something. He started
tidying his hair; of course, he was looking into a mirror. I breathed
again, as best I could. He was a good-looking man, tall, mid thirties,
well built with medium length black hair. Just then Dianne appeared behind
him, she put her arms around him from behind and winked at the mirror
then blew a kiss. He returned them and it was as though he were winking
at me, it was an odd feeling, I'd never had a man wink at me before, well
there was that once, but that didn't really count he mistook me for...I
won't go into that now.

He turned
around and took her in his arms kissing her deeply. She was staring straight
at me, a glint in her eye. Surely they weren't, she wouldn't, oh god,
she was going to... she took his hand and led him to the bed then she
began undressing him. His shirt, his trousers, as she slipped them down
his legs he kicked off his shoes. She was just starting on his underpants
when he said, "What's this?"

"What's
what Jerry?" She asked, continuing her task. He reached for the bedside
table, "These photographs, I hope you don't expect me to do anything
like that." She stood up having stripped him naked. "No of course
not," she paused, "Unless you want to of course." He began
to pull away, "No thanks, it's too kinky for me, if that's what you're
into I'd better go." She held onto him, "Don't be silly, I can
see you're not the kinky type, not like him." She indicated the photographs.
"He loves that sort of thing, he's still new to it, but later on
I'm going to train him properly, he'll be my complete sex slave."
"I've read about women like you, you enjoy dominating men don't you,
well you can forget it, I'm not the submissive type." He tried to
pull away again, but again she stopped him. "I know that, that's
why you're here, I enjoy having sex with a real man occasionally, you
don't mind do you?"

She tried
to kiss him but the photographs fascinated him, "What's his name?
I'll bet it's Gerald or something like that, he looks like a Nancy boy
to me."

"I haven't
decided what I'll call him but if you like, I'll make it Nancy just for
you."

"Where
is he tonight?"

"Oh
he was tied up tonight, he couldn't get away." "He won't walk
in on us will he?" Dianne laughed, "Definitely not."

"Does
he know I'm here?" Jerry continued.

"Certainly."

"Doesn't
it bother him, I mean, knowing I'm here with you?"

"I'm
sure it's giving him the shits, but there isn't a thing he can do about
it. Now are we going to talk all night or..." Dianne pulled him on
top of her on the bed and kissed him passionately. He reached down and
pulled off her panties as they kissed, then unceremoniously climbed over
her and thrust his manhood deep inside her. She gasped loudly and pulled
him to her, "Harder, harder, fuck me like a real man harder, harder,
haaarrdeerrr." I couldn't believe my eyes, in only a few seconds
she'd climaxed, Jerry kept thrusting away and she subsided slightly, but
soon she was up again, her legs wrapped tightly round his waist as she
achieved an even more intense climax.

This went
on for at least ten minutes; I lost count of the number of her orgasms,
though I felt a grudging admiration for Jerry who seemed to be able to
go like a rabbit all night. Eventually she stopped him, she was exhausted
but he was still humping away.

"You're
fantastic Jerry," She sighed kissing him. "Just let me rest
a second then I'll take care of that for you." She pointed to his
huge erection. They lay on the bed for several minutes until their breathing
became more regular. I have never considered myself to be a voyeur, but
the sight of these two was making me really horny despite my predicament.
Their rest period gave me time to take stock and I felt for the first
time, the result of the constant dripping of the enema. My bowels were
filling up and I knew it wouldn't be long before I was desperately in
need of a shit. I found myself wondering what would happen once they filled,
would I explode, would I push out the plug that held it all in, I hoped
not, the stench in this small room would be unbearable.

Then my attention
returned to the bedroom. Dianne was sitting up and stroking his cock.
She stepped over him and climbed off the bed pulling him up with her and
leading him toward me. 'Oh my God', I thought, she's going to open the
door. I began to panic, though to an observer nothing would have changed
so tightly was I held.

She stopped
him just short of the mirror; "I want you to watch this." She
said looking straight at me, but also at him through the mirror. Then
she slid down his body onto her knees, she kissed his thigh then began
licking around the outside then inside of his leg. Eventually, after much
teasing she licked along the side of his erection. Her head was angled
in such a way as to show me every move she made. Dianne was obviously
an expert at this, and it wasn't long before Jerry was pumping his hips
and nearing ejaculation. Suddenly she stopped what she was doing and disappeared,
returning almost instantly and continuing where she'd left off. Jerry
groaned loudly as sperm shot from the end of his penis, I stared in fascination
at the sight of a man coming, and I was equally intrigued by the fact
that Dianne had produced a cup from somewhere and was catching every drop
in it.

Soon Jerry's
knees began to buckle and he had to move back to the bed, but by then
he was fully spent. "That was fantastic, where did you learn to do
that?" He panted. "Oh here and there." She replied modestly
and left the room. When she returned several minutes later, Jerry was
once again looking at the photo's, "They really fascinate you don't
they?" She commented. "Are you sure you wouldn't like to try
it?" "NO, absolutely not, I was just trying to understand how
anyone could let himself be tied up like that. You'd never catch me doing
anything like it." "Not everyone is like you though Jerry, maybe
I should introduce you to him. Would you like to tie him up like that,
whip him maybe, I could arrange it."

Jerry paused,
I thought for one awful moment he was going to say yes, but he seemed
to regain his machismo and replied, "You have to be kidding, I wouldn't
have anything to do with some queer Nancy boy like that, I'll bet he wears
women's clothes as well." Dianne smiled, "Not yet, but he will."
She stared straight at the mirror as she spoke. "He'll be doing all
sorts of unusual things over the next few weeks, that's a promise."
I knew she was speaking to me and I felt both scared and excited at her
obvious threat. "What sort of things?" Jerry asked, obviously
more interested than he pretended. "Oh I haven't decided yet, the
first thing will be his feminisation. I'm going to teach him to dress
and act like a female; in fact, by the time I'm finished I doubt you'll
be able to tell him from the real thing. If you play your cards right,
I might even let you have his cherry, would you like that?" "No
way, anyway what if he decided he doesn't want to play along?" "Silly
boy, he won't have any choice in the matter, he's mine now and I intend
to keep him."

"Anyway,
I think it's time you were off." "But, well I thought I could
stay the night." 'Oh no, please don't let him stay, I couldn't stand
being in here all night, I'll burst, I know I will'. Dianne thought about
it, "Okay, why not." She grinned at me. 'OH my God, I'll never
last all night, I'll die in here'. "Ermm, on second thoughts, I have
to be up early in the morning and I don't think I'd get much sleep with
you here, another time maybe. And who knows, next time maybe I'll tie
you up." "Not on your life." Jerry said grabbing his clothes.
He dressed quickly and Dianne watched him in amusement, then, "Why
don't you try it now Jerry, you never know, you might like it." "No
thanks, I just remembered, I have to be up early as well. Tell you what,
I'll call you okay." He gave her a peck on the cheek and disappeared.

I assume
she waited for the door to close because she sat quietly for a few moments,
then suddenly burst into laughter. "Oh God that was funny, did you
see his face when I said I'd tie him up, I thought he was going to shit
himself, speaking of which..." She walked over and opened the door.
"Did you enjoy the show dear," Looking down she added, "I
see you did, would you like me to take care of that for you?"

She made
a move to bend, "Mmmm., Mmmm., Mmmm." "What's that dear?"
"Mmmm." "Oh, you want potty." I tried to nod but couldn't.
Freeing the four corners and my legs, she led me into the bathroom, her
hand reached for the door handle and she paused, "I nearly forgot,
I have a present for you." "Mmmm." It was no use; she'd
gone again. Coming back, she let me into the bathroom and I raced over
to the toilet. She didn't follow; instead she went to the medicine cupboard
where she took out what looked like a small funnel with a tube attached.
She walked over to me and smiled then reached up and fed the tube into
the hole in my gag. I knew exactly what was coming, but was helpless to
do anything about it, my head still being held firmly.

I watched
hypnotised as the sperm slowly dropped from the cup into the funnel. I
tried to block the end of the tube with my tongue but the ball held it
down. The cold, slimy liquid slid into my mouth and over my tongue. Helplessly
I closed my eyes as it slid down my throat, this was the ultimate indignity,
or so I thought at the time, but it was nothing compared with what Dianne
had in store for me. Starting with pulling out the enema and standing
over me while I evacuated my bowels. Then smiling as she reached over
and wiped my behind, first with paper, then a wet, cold face cloth, then
paper again. This was another of the many firsts that would take place
at the hands of this beautiful, inventive, evil woman; tonight was only
the start. But I knew then, whatever she decided to put me though, I would
accept, partly because she would give me no choice, but mostly because
I had never been more turned on in my life.

And what
am I doing today? Well at the moment I'm trying very hard to master the
intricacies of a sewing machine. Mistress Dianne, as I now know her, has
gone out for a while and expects me to finish my duties by the time she
returns. She's decided it might be a good idea to try and repair some
of the clothes people give to the shop, so she's making me learn to sew.
This of course, is in addition to my other duties, cleaning, cooking and
of course the most enjoyable, servicing Mistress Dianne. So why don't
I make a bid for freedom while she's out? Well there are two reasons,
the first is that at present I'm dressed in a short black satin maid's
uniform complete with white apron and cap, black stockings and panties,
high heels and of course the now mandatory corset. My face is heavily
made up - by Mistress Dianne, I still haven't mastered that yet - and
my nails, both finger and toe are painted bright red. I'm also wearing
a blonde wig, even though my own hair is reasonably long, Mistress Dianne
says she can change my look much easier by using an assortment of wigs.

She's expecting
another visit from Jerry tonight; believe it or not he did ring. She's
pretty confident she can persuade him to fuck me, not something I'm looking
forward to, but then what choice do I have? Oh and the second reason I'm
still here? Well tell the truth, would you leave?